Dylan Alvarez Novels & Stories

"I wouldn't go back. Not ever." Señor Alvarez leaned forward, his eyes locking on mine. The candlelight flickered on his face, making shadows. "I don't like the fact that you're running from Dante," he said plainly. "I am offering you a deal. You will go back to him and you will help us ruin that man, son of a bitch."

"That bastard, Dylan, has raped someone again!" "WHAT?!"

Christian mocked Dylan, who looked confused by his second allegation. “Well, I have no problem agreeing with the first allegation. Your ex-girlfriend was a bitch. She gave all the confidential information to me in exchange for money. But I will not accept the second allegation. I do not have any involvement with any Mafia.” Dylan almost shouted, but his word died in his throat when Christian showed him his pictures with Alejandro. ***

he said while rubbing the back of his head. “Alpha?” I asked curiously. “Shut up and go back to work,” Dash said as he was about to push me away. However, Dane intervened and grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling him back to his seat. “Don’t touch her,” Dane commanded. “You shouldn’t be alpha. You’ve become weak since Selena passed!” Dash angrily threw his glass on the floor, causing it to shatter. “What makes this girl so special? I thought you said she was underage.”

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."

Boma's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the freshly inked tattoo adorning his muscular chest. Her name, 'Boma D,' intricately intertwined, with the 'D' unmistakably signifying Donovan, caught her off guard, leaving her speechless for a moment. Her gaze fixated on the new tattoo, her mind swirling with a mix of shock and emotion. A surge of surprise and warmth washed over her, accompanied by a flutter of uncertainty and curiosity. The declaration of his affection for her, etched onto his skin, was both unexpected and deeply touching. Donovan stepped closer to her and took her hand firmly in his. Usually so composed and enigmatic, he now stood before her with this intimate and perma

He pressed the record button. “This is detective David Lawrence, Log seventeen, Case number; Four. Six. Zero. Seven. Nine. Five. Four. Three. Two. Dash five. I am speaking with Elayna King. Her husband Bradley King has escorted her here and is present for this interview as well. Now, Mrs. King, have you ever heard of a Mr. Juan Alvarez ?” She could feel her husband looking at her. She looked straight ahead and answered. “Yes. He is one of Columbia's wealthiest most eligible bachelors. My husband invited him to a few of our charity events. Is that a crime Detective?” She asked.

I said, settling on the sofa in front of me. Crossing my legs on top of the other, I looked up at Tracy and gestured for her to get me a drink. She nodded, bowed from the waist and left. Alaric cleared his throat and spoke in a quiet tone, “Dylan convinced a key director to choose him over Ethan for a major role, using his charm and influence to sway the decision.” “Wow!” The word slipped out of my mouth, a mix of shock and intrigue on my face. Tracy returned with a glass of water and handed it to me.

Mitchum said as he began to pace the floor. “Did you see anything that happened, Mitchum?” I asked hopefully. “It was fucking crazy out there Delania. There were so many of them and Baylor just jumped in and started fighting them off. They knew he was the Alpha, he was hurt worse than any of us. Then this big ass sonofabitch started in on him. Everytime we tried to get him off Baylor this fucker would just swat us away like flies. If Phoebe and Mike hadn’t got there when they did I think he would have killed Baylor,” Mitchum recounted.

Michael frowned uncontrollably when he heard my question. "Dahlia? It doesn't ring a bell, mate. What about it?" He asked. “In my dream, Ezekiel was already two years old and we were in the flower garden, I don't know why we're in that place. While I was having fun with Ezekiel, there were three men wearing black hoods that suddenly appeared, and then they said they were Dahlia. The worst part of my dream was when they take Ezekiel away from me and there's nothing I can do to take him back." I told Michael about my dream.